Meet Detective Edison Kane. South End murder squad’s finest. Three months ago, his wife was killed on a night out. She wanted him there with her, but he always put work first. And the killer’s never been caught. Now he thinks he’s ready to be back at work . . .Until a body washes up. On the godforsaken mudflats near Leigh-on-Sea. One look at the dead man’s face, and Kane feels himself start to unravel.Where the eyes should be, there are only empty sockets.Kane’s mobile pings with an anonymous message. Murder was so much easier than I thought. See no evil . . .Everyone knows how that saying goes . . .It’s up to Kane to stop the twisted killer, before they write their perfect ending.But he couldn’t protect his wife — and can’t get justice for her now she’s dead and gone. Why should this case be any different?
